On the other side of 40 you suddenly find your kids are quite grown up and are ready to take up life in a way of and on their own . With the elder one already in college and barely 2 years of schooling left for the younger one …it seems time is moving at such a fast pace.I am not sure how do the teenage boys generally go on now a days …my boys love keeping their rooms messy, unkempt and crowded with books , laundry and gadgets all around . This is a topic of constant debate between us . The never ending saga “okay will clean the room in the evening to will clean in morning “ goes on . Believe me it is not easy to accept the mess, when you grew up learning “neatness is godliness “ you feel helpless at times.
But yet I found a happiness in messiness but at a different place . My younger one has a habit to come to my room as soon as back from school . And while telling about the day …he many a times leaves his stuff in my room . Infact, it goes with both my kids …whenever they are in my room chit chatting they leave things …and many a times my always neat and tidy room is spilled with nick-nacks left here and there . When they go back to their rooms which is where they majorly spend their time …those scattered things fills me with love, as if I can still feel their presence .
Though their own messy rooms are a constant reason for arguing…the same situation in my room fills my heart with love . And recently maybe I have started to have the inkling of knowledge that when the birds fly away the empty nest will be so lonely . I instead of calling them back and asking to pick up their stuff …enjoy it . I feel happy that my room is scattered . I feel joyful that it is no more neat and tidy (the way I like it )
I feel happy when Suyash asks why is this and that in our room …and I reply “it is absolutely fine “
I am sure many of my peers also must be feeling the happiness in messiness.